"Hey~ Has your strength level dropped to this point...... It's more troublesome than I thought~~~"

Yadou scratched the back of his head with a headache, looked at Weiyun and said, although this is still much stronger than ordinary humans, but compared to gods, it is almost meaningless.

"Ahem, cough, you just think of me as an ordinary human being, an ordinary office worker or something, except for the ability to prophesy, I don't have the power that other gods should have."

Weiyun seized the opportunity to quickly explain, at least to avoid the kind of dilemma that may occur in the future, after all, "If you lose, you must admit it, and if you are beaten, you must stand upright." ”

Now that he is indeed in a weak position, he slaps his swollen face and becomes fat, and forcibly goes up to pretend to be 13, which is undoubtedly self-defeating.

"Forget it, let's go first, what's your name?"

Yato really felt a bit of a headache, after all, if you want to get guidance from this guy, you have to help him remember the memories of being a god first, and at least find the inheritance of the god that belongs to him, so that he can pass on the experience to himself, but this is too difficult.

But Yedou didn't give up, after all, this is the first disaster god he has encountered in the past few hundred years who has successfully changed jobs and can be replaced after death, although it is a little miserable now, but it is much better than his own state of lingering breath, right?

Glancing at the slender body and tattered clothes again, at a glance, it would even be mistaken for a gentle girl's unlucky prophetic god, the corners of Yato's mouth twitched, who is more miserable may not be necessarily......

The sun was slowly setting, and it was already late autumn and early winter, and the weather was already getting cooler, and when the not very warm sunlight was slowly dyed orange and red, and began to slowly fade, the streets became more deserted and uninhabited.

"My name is Qing Shui Weiyun, just call me Weiyun."

Walking side by side with Yato on the street where the street lights have been turned on, Weiyun briefly introduced himself, so simple that he only had a name, after all, Yato only asked about this just now, and if he can say less about himself, he will say less, and Weiyun always remembers the creed that if you say more, you will lose.

In fact, with his current dress, he is quite conspicuous when walking on the street.

Tattered white Ohaori, the style of dressing from the beginning of the last century, and the Hinawa knife hanging from the waist, and the strange fox mask and puppeteer hanging on the other side.

People passing by will definitely be attracted to him, after all, this style of cosplay is already eye-catching when walking on the street, not to mention that Weiyun itself has a good appearance, as a cosplay, it is simply a killing of both men and women.

"Clear water is not cloudy, not cloudy...... It's an unimpressive name~~~"

After hearing Weiyun say his name, Yato thought for a moment, and then sighed a little melancholy.

"It seems that you must have a nickname or something after changing jobs, after all, like us, who hopes to succeed in changing jobs and no longer rely on indiscriminate killing to maintain their existence, will definitely want to hide their past and not want to be known by others."

Yato can understand it very well, after all, Yato is not his real name, and he has never mentioned this matter to others.

"In that case, you shouldn't be the god of the night fight, after all, you're using this name to try to change careers."

Weiyun caught this conversation very interestingly, although he knew that Yato didn't want to mention it, but he thought, this is another point that can allow him to play a little, and the time has come to show the ability of "prophecy"!

"Hehe, sort of."

Sure enough, Yato didn't want to share his previous story with him, a down-and-out god who had just met, and just replied vaguely.

The orange-red dusk slowly faded, and the night oppressed up, and the light of the street lamp began to really take charge of the lighting duties at this time.

"It's called night divination, but in your name, it has the meaning of divination for the future."

Weiyun thought about it for a while, and then sent this killer feature, maybe the previous accompaniment thing didn't make Yato believe in him completely, and really wanted to help him, but if he could even say the name, Yato would definitely completely believe in his ability.

"Click!"

Hearing Weiyun say that name, Yato stepped into a hole in the asphalt road under his feet.

“......”

Yato, who was called out of this name all at once, was indeed completely shocked, after all, this name taken by "father" had been abandoned by him early, and the name he had always used and spread was this Yato who was extremely important to him.

"Don't tell anyone about this, I'm called Yato now, understand? And if you're so good at prophecy, why don't we buy a lottery ticket tomorrow, and we'll definitely win the jackpot, right? ”

Yadou turned his head to look at Weiyun, first of all, he emphasized with a serious face, don't say his name everywhere, after Weiyun nodded solemnly, this guy smiled again, and turned into a look that fell into the eyes of money, and seemed to have thought about how to build a shrine after winning the jackpot.

"Ahem, you really think too much, this prophecy is not always spiritual, it's the same as asking God to worship the Buddha, the gods are not always responding to you, if you want to say why, maybe my ability is the proof, after all, even I, the god, can't control this prophetic ability."

Weiyun's face is not red and his heart is not beating, and he poured cold water on Yadou who fell into fantasy, am I really a prophet? If I really knew how to prophesy, I would have made a fortune a long time ago, okay, and it would be your turn to teach me?

"Hey, since there's a chance, maybe tomorrow you will stop at the door of the lottery ticket, and you will be inspired in an instant? You're right, it's not going to be good if you give it a try, and don't forget, you still owe me the money for the incense that saved your life! Even if you are a god, if you entrust the other party to do things, you have to give money! Don't think about paying your bills! This guy is a yard to a yard thing! ”

Yato was blindly optimistic, although Weiyun had poured a basin of cold water on him, but Na Cheng thought that not only did he not wake up Yadou who wanted to eat a fart, but this guy also persuaded him upside down.

“......”

Although he understands the already poor and crazy Yato, but Weiyun himself knows better than anyone else, the system in his body has been verified for him countless times, the fact that he is of African descent, buying a lottery ticket and winning the jackpot will never happen to him, maybe Yato is destined to be disappointed, but he himself can use the excuse of not being able to fool the past, without any psychological burden.

"Okay, let's get to the place, let's stay here for one night today, and we can also find someone to ask about your identity."

Yato, who didn't hear the wail of the Africans in Weiyun's heart, stopped standing in front of a convenient house with lights on, and said to Weiyun very proudly, as if this was his home.

"Xiaofu! Little Blessing! At home? ”

This shameless and nameless god shouted loudly into the convenience house, looking like he was familiar with the road.

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